After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.

I am not bound to please thee with my answer.

O for a horse with wings!

Love sees with the heart and not with mind.

To be direct and honest is not safe.

Allow not nature more than nature needs.

O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, leave not the mansion so long tenantless; lest, growing ruinous, the building fall and leave no memory of what it was!